I Am Not Innocent. Innocence

There Is No Greater Love Than The Love The Wolf Feels For The Lamb-it-doesn’t-eat.

I Am Sick Of Death And Worst Of All This Sickness Feeds On Itself, The More Afraid I Am The More I Am Afraid The More I Flee The More I Am Afraid The More I Am Haunted.

By Writing Her Self, Woman Will Return To The Body Which Has Been More Than Confiscated From Her, Which Has Been Turned Into The Uncanny Stranger On Display - The Ailing Or Dead Figure, Which So Often Turns Out To Be The Nasty Companion, The Cause And Location Of Inhibitions. Censor The Body And You Censor Breath And Speech At The Same Time. Write Your Self. Your Body Must Be Heard. Only Then Will The Immense Resources Of The Unconscious Spring Forth.

Only When You Are Lost Can Love Find Itself In You Without Losing Its Way.

We Must Learn To Speak The Language Women Speak When There Is No One There To Correct Us.